Those words are not mine. I have a good friend who put them into a song long time ago. I have listened to it so many times that I know the lyrics by heart. It is a song on temporary workers and it always made me smile. Until one morning.
I have been looking for jobs for quite a while now. I spend my days searching websites, typing “admin” and realising that out of 60 job opportunities, I can apply only for 5 of them.
One morning I receive a call from my recruitment agency: “We have work for you, are you available to start at 12?”. She called at 10 am. The job is pretty boring (technical translations), the rate of pay quite low (and includes your holiday pay), plus it is only for one week. Proper temporary work. I said yes though, I have bills and rent to pay!
The consultant asked me to pop around her office before starting the assignment; she had some papers to give to me. And so I did.
While waiting, a Spanish man and his pregnant wife entered the reception and sat there with me. Soon after a young man stood there in the room with us (there were only three chairs). Not long after the whole picture became clear: the same consultant had contacted all of us that same morning, in order to go and work for the same company. And we all rushed down to feed with some crumbles our bank accounts.
Right at that moment I understood that I jus became ”disposable as a toothpick”: use me whenever you want, for whatever job my suit my skills, I will be there. And the consultant came out saying, “At least is something”. I was not quite sure if I had to cry or laugh. If she wanted to encourage us, well that was a really bad attempt.
I have been looking for jobs for quite a while now. I spend my days searching websites, typing “admin” and realising that out of 60 job opportunities, I can apply only for 5 of them.
One morning I receive a call from my recruitment agency: “We have work for you, are you available to start at 12?”. She called at 10 am. The job is pretty boring (technical translations), the rate of pay quite low (and includes your holiday pay), plus it is only for one week. Proper temporary work. I said yes though, I have bills and rent to pay!
The consultant asked me to pop around her office before starting the assignment; she had some papers to give to me. And so I did.
While waiting, a Spanish man and his pregnant wife entered the reception and sat there with me. Soon after a young man stood there in the room with us (there were only three chairs). Not long after the whole picture became clear: the same consultant had contacted all of us that same morning, in order to go and work for the same company. And we all rushed down to feed with some crumbles our bank accounts.
Right at that moment I understood that I jus became ”disposable as a toothpick”: use me whenever you want, for whatever job my suit my skills, I will be there. And the consultant came out saying, “At least is something”. I was not quite sure if I had to cry or laugh. If she wanted to encourage us, well that was a really bad attempt.
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